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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.