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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Whodini,
New Order,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.