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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.