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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.