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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Wire,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.