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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.