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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.