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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.