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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 snare 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.