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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.