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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.