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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Television,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.