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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.