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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Erasure,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.