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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Erasure,
DNA,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.