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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.