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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.