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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.