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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Crime,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.