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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Pagans,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.