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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.