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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Faust,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.