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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.