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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.