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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.