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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.