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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.