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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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 Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Can,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.