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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.