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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.