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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
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.