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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.