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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.