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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Technova,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.