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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.