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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.