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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Chrome,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.