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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.