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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.