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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.