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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.