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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.