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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.