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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.