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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.