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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.