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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.