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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.