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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.