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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.