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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.