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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
The Associates,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.