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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio 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 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.