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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.