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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Fear,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.