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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.