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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.