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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.