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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.