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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.