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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.