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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.