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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Can,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.