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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.