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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Technova,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.