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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Can,
Franke,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.