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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.