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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.