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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.