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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.