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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Crime,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
June Days,
Yaz,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.