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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.