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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.