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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.