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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.