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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.