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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.