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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.