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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
X-102,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.