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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
The Motions,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
UT,
Suicide,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.