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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.