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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.