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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.