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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Visage to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.