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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.