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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.