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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Brick,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.