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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Pagans,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.