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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Brick to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Gong,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.