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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.