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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.