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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.