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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Evens,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.