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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
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.