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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.