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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.