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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.