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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.