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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Main Source,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.