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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.