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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.