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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.