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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.