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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.