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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
the Association,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.