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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Index,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.