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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.