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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
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.