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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.