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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.