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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.