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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.