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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.