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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.