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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.