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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.