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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Q65,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.