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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 JFA 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.