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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.