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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Monolake,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.