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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
UT,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.