Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.