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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.