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 Iran and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.