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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.