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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Visage,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.