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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.