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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.