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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.