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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.