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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Scion,
The Selecter,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.