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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.