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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.