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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.