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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.