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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.