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 Benin and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.