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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.