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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gong to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.