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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.