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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Nico to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.