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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.