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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.