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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.