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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Jandek,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.