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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.