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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Nico,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.