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 Somalia and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.