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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.