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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Fear,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.