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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.