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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.