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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.