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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.