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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.