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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.