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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Symarip,
PIL,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.