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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.