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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.