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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.