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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.