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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.