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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.