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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.