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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.