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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.