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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Wire,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
AZ,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.