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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.