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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
AZ,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.