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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.