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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.