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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.