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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.