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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.