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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Q65,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.