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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.