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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
John Cale,
This Heat,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.