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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.