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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.