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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 AZ to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.