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 Zambia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.