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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.