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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.