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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Gong,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.