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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.