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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Nas,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.