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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.