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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
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.