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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble 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.