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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.