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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.