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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fear to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Television,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.