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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.