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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.