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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
the Association,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.