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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.