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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.