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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.