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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.