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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.