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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.