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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Drexciya 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.