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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.