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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.