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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.