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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.