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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.