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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 World's Most to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Visage,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.