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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.