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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.