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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.