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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.