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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
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.