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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.