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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.