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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.