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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.