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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.