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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.