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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.