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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Associates,
Nico,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
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Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Toasters,
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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.