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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.