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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Technova,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.