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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Sparks,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.