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 Liberia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Aswad,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.