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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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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.