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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.