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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.