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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.