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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Organ,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
ABBA,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.