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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.