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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.