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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Television,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.