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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.