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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Television,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.