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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Move,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Main Source,
MC5,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.