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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.