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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.