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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
the Association,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.