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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.