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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.