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 Ireland and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.