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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
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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.