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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.