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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
New Order,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.