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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.