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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.