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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.