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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.