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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.