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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Japan,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Lyres,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.