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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.