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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.