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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
CMW,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.