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 Russia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.