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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.