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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.