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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.