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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.