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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.