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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.