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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.