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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.