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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Names,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.