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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.