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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.