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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.