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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
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.