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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.