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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.