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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.