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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
the Association,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.