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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Make Up,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.