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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.