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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.