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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
X-102,
ABBA,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Nico,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.