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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.