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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Busters,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.