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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.