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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Nas,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.