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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.