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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.