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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.