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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.