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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.