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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.