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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.