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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.