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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.