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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.