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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.