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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.