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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.