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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.