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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.