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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.