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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Technova to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.