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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.