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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.