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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.