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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.