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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Jandek,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.