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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
10cc,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.