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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Wings,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.