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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.