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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.