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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.