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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.