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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.