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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.