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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.