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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.