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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.