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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.