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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.