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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.