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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.