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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.