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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.