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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.