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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.