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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
ABBA,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.