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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Nico,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.