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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Erasure,
JFA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.