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 South Africa and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.