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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.