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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Little Man,
Can,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.