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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Index,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.