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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.