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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Monks,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.