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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.