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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.