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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.