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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.