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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.