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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Fear,
The Residents,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.