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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 808 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.