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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.