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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.