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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.