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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.