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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.