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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.