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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
AZ,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.