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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Wire,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.