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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.