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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.