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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.