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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.