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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.