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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.