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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.