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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.