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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.