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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.