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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.