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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.