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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.