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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.