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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.