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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.