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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.