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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Slave,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.