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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.