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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Star Department to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.