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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.