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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.