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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.