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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.