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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.