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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.