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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.