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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.