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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.