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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
MDC,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.