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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.