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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.