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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.