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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Swans,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.