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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.