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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.