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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.