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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.