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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.