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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.