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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.