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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.