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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.