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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.