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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.