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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.