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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.