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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flipper to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Television,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.