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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.