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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Saints to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.