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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.