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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.