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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.