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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.