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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.