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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.