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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.