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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.