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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
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The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.