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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.