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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.