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 Peru and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Interpol,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.