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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Visage,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.