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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.