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 Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.