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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.