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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.