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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.