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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.