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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.