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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.