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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.