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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.