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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.