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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Wings,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.