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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.