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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.