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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.