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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.