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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.