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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.