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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.