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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.