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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.