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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.