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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
UT,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Monks,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.