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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
PIL,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Urselle,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.