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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.