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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.