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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.