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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.