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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.