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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.