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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Can,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.