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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Normal 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.