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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.