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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.