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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.