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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.