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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.