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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.