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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.