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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.