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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.