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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
New Order,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.