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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Magazine,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.