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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.