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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.