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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.