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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.