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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.