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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.