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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.