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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Echospace,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.