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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.