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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.