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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
CMW,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.