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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Names,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.