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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.