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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
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The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.