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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Busters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.