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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.