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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.