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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.