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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.