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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme 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?
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.