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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.