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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.