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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
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.