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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.