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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.