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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.