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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Franke,
the Germs,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.