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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.