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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.