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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.