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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.