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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.