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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
ABC,
the Association,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.