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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Motorama,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.