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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.