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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.