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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.