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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.