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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.