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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
UT,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.