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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.