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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.