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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.