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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Cymande,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.