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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.