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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.