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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.