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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Little Man,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.