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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.