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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.