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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pantaleimon 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.