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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.