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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.