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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.