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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.