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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.