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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.