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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.