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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.