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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Television,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.