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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.